The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Into your world
There are many kinds of stories in this world.

There are tragic tales that aren’t so beautiful, stories of struggle that get your blood pumping, and of course, simple and happy endings.

So, what kind of story do Sophie and Sam have?

Sophie found herself unable to imagine that picture.

It was as if there was no expectation in her mind about this story. How did they get to where they are today?

It seemed like all questions, all doubts.

Like stepping into seemingly calm waters, only to find hidden currents beneath.

Sophie’s blush was just on the surface; more than that, her heart sank instantly.

She felt like she didn’t even have the motivation to eat.

She opened her mouth somewhat awkwardly, speaking without any thought.

“What story?”

The reflexive question was like passing on a message.

Sam chuckled.

“Do you have paper and a pen?”

“What do you need that for?”

“Never mind, I’ll get it myself.”

Sam stood up and easily found paper and a pen from the backpack on the sofa.

Sophie didn’t stop him; if anything, she was more curious about what he was up to.

She watched as Sam wrote something on a piece of white paper at an angle she couldn’t see. Then he folded the paper into the shape of a letter and casually placed it on the corner of the dining table.

“Alright, let’s continue eating.”

Sophie was puzzled. “What’s that?”

Sam replied nonchalantly.

“Nothing, just a little prediction.”

“Prediction? Prediction of what?”

Writing a line and putting it aside counts as a prediction?

Sam smiled. “Just a prophecy of what’s going to happen.”

“I didn’t ask you to explain what a prediction is. Why did you write that?”

Sam laughed.

“Why rush? You can read it after I leave.”

“I can’t read it now?”

“Of course not. If you read it now, it won’t work. You have to wait until I’m gone.”

“…I think you’re just putting on a show.”

Sophie tried to guess what kind of trick this boy was playing.

But Sam didn’t seem to be hiding anything, just eating his food and saying, “Well, if you want to open it now, go ahead. Do you need my help?”

Sophie looked at the letter. She wanted to reach out, but something stopped her.

Maybe it was his words: It won’t work if you read it now.

So she pulled her hand back.

“I’m not interested in reading what you wrote. I’ll just throw it away after you leave.”

“Suit yourself.”

Sam didn’t care.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Sophie turned her attention to the food in front of her, treating it as her final enemy.

As for the letter… it lay quietly on the corner of the table, untouched and unopened.

Actually, when Sam was cleaning up the table after they finished eating, Sophie hesitated.

Should she open it now? After all… he wouldn’t see it, so it would count as him not being around.

But Sophie quickly abandoned that thought.

She instinctively felt it wasn’t anything serious, probably just some joke to mess with her.

Sophie returned to the sofa and started browsing TV shows.

There wasn’t much to watch, so she just put on some random variety show.

At this moment, Sam, having finished cleaning up, sat next to Sophie with some beer he had bought earlier.

Sophie was a bit surprised. Sam was only a cushion away from her.

She could faintly feel the warmth from his body and that familiar scent, almost like a natural reaction.

When he got close, it naturally created a strange atmosphere.

“When did you buy the beer?”

Sophie turned her head to ask.

Sam picked up a beer and handed one to Sophie.

“I bought it while getting groceries. Do you want some?”

“Why drink beer?”

“Christmas is coming up. Since we’re not spending it with family, I thought we could have a simple celebration here. I didn’t want to make it too complicated, and drinking seemed like the easiest way to celebrate.”

“That’s all you could come up with?” Sophie snorted.

Sam laughed. “What else? Should we cook a turkey? Do you think we could finish it?”

Sophie took the beer from Sam, opened it, and took a big gulp.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

She almost choked herself.

Sam laughed, patting her back. “Why are you in such a hurry? I bought two packs, take your time.”

Taking the tissue Sam handed her, Sophie’s eyes were slightly red from choking. “Why did you buy so much… Are you trying to get me drunk?”

Sam blinked innocently and leaned back on the sofa. “Why would I want to get you drunk?”

“Who knows what you’re up to. I bet you’re planning something bad.”

Sophie’s face was slightly red. This time, she was smarter, taking a slow, deep sip.

She glanced at Sam out of the corner of her eye.

Sam was leaning back, watching TV.

“What could I do? Do you think I’d take advantage of you if you got drunk?”

“If not, then why do you want me to drink?”

Sam looked at the beer bottle.

“Good point. That’s on me.”

“Glad you know. And it’s not just this time; most of the time, you’re the one starting trouble.”

“You just want to say everything’s my fault, right?” Sam laughed.

This simple joke made Sophie pause for a moment.

She held the beer can, hugged her familiar cushion, and crossed her legs.

Then she sighed noticeably.

“I’m at fault too.”

“Huh?”

Sam never expected to hear that from her. It was quite surprising.

“What’s so surprising?”

Sophie’s face was slightly red, whether from the alcohol or embarrassment.

Sam laughed. “I just didn’t expect you to admit you were wrong.”

Sophie lightly hit Sam’s arm with her hand.

Of course, she didn’t use much force; it looked more like playful banter.

“Wrong is wrong. There’s no shame in admitting it. I’ve been unreasonable and said the wrong things. That’s normal, right?”

Sophie’s tone was defiant, but compared to her old self, it was a huge change.

Sam leaned back on the sofa, turning slightly to look at Sophie’s beautiful face, and said, “Of course, young people make mistakes. Anyway, most of the responsibility is mine.”

“What are you doing?”

Sophie turned her head, displeased.

Sam looked innocent.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you have to take the blame for everything? Do you think men should always take responsibility, or do you think I need to be coaxed into admitting my mistakes?”

Sam looked at her, amused.

“I didn’t mean that. It’s just that since you were honest, I should be too. A lot of times, I did make you angry on purpose.”

“Why would you do that?”

“If I didn’t, how else could I get into your world?”

Sam’s smile was straightforward, leaving no room for defense.

At least at that moment, Sophie clearly heard her heart pounding.

She naturally couldn’t ask Sam why he wanted to enter her world.

Sophie just realized clearly.

So… getting used to his presence, adapting to him being in her world, was it really such a difficult thing?

Nothing was as simple as it seemed.

Sophie felt like her relationship with Sam had reached this point in a muddled, unclear way.

In reality, she had done nothing while living in her crystal world, just passively waiting for him to break through layer after layer of defenses, hiding all his hardships and fatigue, and smiling as he approached her.

With a cheeky grin.

With a carefree attitude.

Coming to her.

“You don’t have to do this,” Sophie whispered.

Sam looked at Sophie with a smile, holding his beer.

“Sophie, is there any place you really want to go?”

Sophie didn’t know why he was asking, but she thought for a moment.

“I want to go to Iceland, to see the Northern Lights.”

“Then to see the Northern Lights, you have to go to Iceland, right?”

“Yes…”

She nodded dumbly.

Sam raised his beer, making a swimming motion in the air, like waves.

“See, Iceland won’t come to you, and the Northern Lights won’t find me. So I have to go to Iceland to see the Northern Lights.”

Her eyes began to tremble, and she seemed to understand what he meant.

And with that understanding, her heart began to move.

Sam’s smile was bright, like a sun that shouldn’t exist in the night.

He was so dazzling.

Sam’s beer can swam to Sophie’s, clinking against it.

He asked.

“Have I reached the island and seen the light?”